I went from being aghast and shocked and laughing out of pure shock to grieved and shedding a few tears.
Again with the whole head injury thing. I am beyond being able to make decisions. I defer all decisions to hubby.
Fun Girl asked to have friends over for Super Bowl. I didn't grasp all the details till the day before and day of...10+ girls invited! It was all on Fun Girl to do what needed to be done. The guys went to my in-laws. Well, all except Hockey Player. I took him to hang with the 7/8th graders from church. Little Princess stayed with us at the house and had her own friends over.
Somewhere along the way, I understood the game ended at 9. Hubby would be home and pick up Hockey Player and all would be good. I can't keep up with departure times and such to get Fun Girl to work on time much less navigate all the stuff that gets thrown at me during the day. I have turned into a one thing a day kind of gal. Get to thinking about too many things, my head hurts, I get tired, I get really tired.
So back to the party. My job besides chaperone, is to work on my clutter mess while every one is doing their thing. I do my job well. I reduce my mountain by about half. A beautiful aesthetic improvement to the room. Hubby comes home. Do you notice?? Do you notice??? Compliments. Winding down. Chidlren sent to bed. I am thinking I might just go to bed and how sleepy I am starting to get. Then the hubby asks me, "Where's Hockey Player?"
I don't know. Hubby looks at me really hard.
Talking about an hour and a half after Hockey Player's party ended. The kid didn't even call me. Hubby looked like he was going to blow out of frustration. He needed sleep. He needed to go to work. Called the parents hosting....I made record time to the house. Stuttered and stammered and slurred through my apologies...
Why didn't HOckey Player call? Well, one of his friends had just left 30 minutes prior. He knew we would come. Just figured we had to wait till all the kids had left our house. The parents...well they knew what Super Bowl night can be like with a bunch of kids that can't drive. Figured we were up to our eyeballs in the chauffeur business. Nope, just brain damaged and forgot one. I am so glad I had not climbed under the covers yet. The only thing that could make this story worse.
Hockey Player totally unphased. He didn't even remember this was the second time Dad and I had miscommunicated and left him waiting. He really is too quiet of a kid... he needs to become more of a pest and NOISY... I feel like pond scum. I love that boy way to much to forget him. I am glad I didn't wake to a phone call wondering if all was okay and if we wanted our son back ?!?
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